Scratch that. I am out of
feet.
Yesterday consisted of great amounts of walking, buses, metro trains, even the RER C. We went
everywhere. There were errands and lots of friends to see. I started whining about 5:00pm on our way to Neuilly. The Frenchman just didn't get yet that our feet were reaching Limits. I got in some major kitty love at a painter friend's house who had two kitties.
Tomorrow is the two year anniversary of the night we met. A surprise is planned. I'm clueless as to what it is, although I suspect food is involved.
I have written very little. I did finish the
Practical Homicide Investigation manual, which was incredible on every level. The photos will haunt me forever. But now I feel the overwhelming urge to work. It might have to wait until Tuesday as today we have more commitments. And besides, Paris is like a juicy mistress: you can't be here and not spend time with her. It's impossible.
Anyway, when we were at Fnac yesterday, I picked up
Shutter Island by Dennis Lehane. It's already an amazing read. It'll tide me over for the TGV ride home.
Paris Shopping TipI went to a
TATI the other day and bought a new pair of pants for 9€ and a little black vest coat with zippers for15€. TATI is
the bargain fashion place. There's a lot of crap there, but the good stuff is priceless.
Now I must find some feet.
